Thursday, April 17, 2014


Category/Genre: YA URBAN FANTASY

Word Count: 93,000

Pitch: Supernatural meets Angel Burn when Caleb's necromantic powers have him
dodging a zealot who believes he plans to enslave mankind, gun-toting wizards, demons,
and the affections of a super-powered hottie who’s eight kinds of crazy.

If my main character were an easter egg, what flavor would he/she be and why? “I don’t--I don’t understand the question. Do eggs came in flavors other than...egg?”

Chapter One: Narcoleptic
Present Day


Caleb stared at the headline with practiced apathy. Three simple words emblazoned across his computer screen leered up at him from article after article, news post after news post. It was an old truth, but the pain tied to it burned fresh.

Presumed means probably. His parents were probably dead. Not definitely.

He repeated the thought until the pressure in his chest deflated. Deep breaths drew him from the brink and he lowered his hands from his face. Pull it in and push it down.

Shoving from the desk, he glanced at his occupied couch. Nestled in the crook of the arm, L’Dawn swept bangs from her face and tucked them behind her ear. Her hand dropped against her shoulder, the collar of her t-shirt cut away, leaving a wide arch that exposed soft, caramel skin. Not the outfit she wore to school today.

She’d changed before coming over, even put on more makeup for some reason, something about wanting to be ‘comfy’. The effort women put into relaxing was ridiculous, and didn’t more work sort of defeat the point? He hoped she was good and cozy, because her comfort obliterated his ability to focus, and made him squirm.

His eyes traced the path one dark curl marked against her neck, down to where it dipped just beneath the front of her shirt. His palms itched at the thought of brushing that hair aside. Instead, he tightened his grip on the arm of the chair. It creaked under his fingers, and she looked up. Her shoulders shook in silent laughter.

“Doesn’t look like you’re doing much studying.” She set down the magazine she’d been reading.

“Hmm?” he asked, casual like, as if he hadn’t been undressing her with his eyes this whole time.